It was nap time and Zach was the first one up. I was cleaning and he wanted to help. Must have been the way that the sun poked out from behind the week of clouds, or the fact that it was comfortably quiet and nice to be in a room with my first born...just us...again. But I looked over at him, perched on his chair washing dishes at the sink, and my heart surged. Such a great age, he's such a kind-hearted boy. I asked if I could snap his picture when he was done, and darn it, I forgot to turn down the ISO, but I love this one. It's his natural smile, his just woke up sleepy face. Oh my, he will always be my little boy.
Let's switch gears.
I can't make this stuff up.
Last week Zach and Lily came running and screaming into my room,
"Lily just peed a Bambi!" they exclaimed.
"WHaT are you talking about?" I said.
"She peed a Bambi, come here, come here!"
And as I followed them down the hall I mentioned that we didn't even HAVE any Bambi toys.
But sure enough, as I got to their room, there was the pee spot, the perfect little Bambi with four legs, and even a head with small ears. I just stood in the doorway stifling giggles as they jumped around the masterpiece. I told David about it later, and the first thing he said was, "Did you take a picture!?"
Well, um, no. I was too busy cleaning it up.
So he will be excited tonight.
Because it happened again.
Except this time they yelled,
"She peed a turtle!"
And sure enough.
You know, Lily got an art easel for Christmas because we noticed she loved to draw and color, and seemed to exhibit lots of skill for her age. Little did I know her artful soul would choose to manifest itself in this way.
I'm all for encouraging your children's natural talents, I just hope she decides to change her medium soon.